Larry pulled Angela’s delicate lips open with his fingers and then began to move his p#ssy flicker up and down her wet crack. She was really on heat and began slapping her arms on the upholstery as if she was desperate to cum. When she did, she started to cry out,”Holy f**k, holy f**king f**k!” in that sophisticated accent of hers.
It was total chaos as all the women were yelling obscenities as they went into orgasm. One woman, with a particularly shrill voice, was screaming, “That’s so good – you’ve never done it like this before.” Which led one to believe it was not her husband’s tongue that was sliding up and down her happy flapper.
As the screams and vibrations died down, the blindfolds were removed and mistaken identities revealed to the sound of a great deal of laughter. It seemed that less than half of the women had been on the end of the right tongue. Now Angela suggested all the couples retire to their rooms with a bottle of champagne and she’d see them at breakfast, noting that the last one at the table would be fined a thousand dollars.
Although Chuck had fully planned to return home that night, he couldn’t resist the temptation to follow the delightfully round ass of his hostess as it led the way up the stairs.
“We’ll use the Ashford Room,” she said, as they walked down the corridor.
It turned out to be a massive, ornate room with a four poster bed.
“My husband is not able to service my needs anymore and so I want you to f*ck me and f*ck me hard,” she said, kissing him on the lips before diving onto the bed. “Give it to me for all those nasty things I did to you at school.”